The beauty of a crisis
There are a number of things that awakens one’s self-awareness, most common, rejection and crisis. While rejection has its weight, personally it doesn’t compare to a crisis. When crisis comes knocking, one is chased from the comfort of their caves into the harsh world, like a caveman searching for food while being careful to be alive, by the time he gets shelter. In modern society, we are safe in gated communities of ideologies in mansions of ignorance and self-delusion that we have been able to remain blind to most crises, and for those that do strike, they are often blamed on simple matters such as dissatisfaction and maybe greed. By crisis here, I mean a difficult or unstable condition requiring change.
Like a story that had tension building from the moment the actors appeared. The tension must be resolved, not to leave one on a cliff hanger the problem with life’s tensions is that if they leave you on a cliff hanger you’ve already jumped off and if it never gets to that point then the story was bland nothing much to arise curiosity and build the tension, therefore one goes through life as an extra in the movie, just awaiting any circumstance that might arise.
Conformity and comfort are the symptoms of a deficiency in one’s ability to withstand a crisis. They bring about an illusion of safety and certainty in a highly unsafe and unpredictable world. We become couch potatoes if not malnourished individuals if we don’t constantly confront the crisis. Most prefer to be comfortable with their current situation in life for anything more than that will bring about the uncertainty that one isn’t ready to face, is to be vehemently ignored. Others sit back and start pointing fingers, it’s never their fault someone or something is to blame. Never ready to face the crisis, for it’s not their own doing why should they bother. For those that do face it, the outcome is never certain but that is never a deterrent for nothing is ever certain on this pale blue dot.
Facing a crisis needs one to examine its manifestations in order to be able to pin down its structure and the affliction to the individual. As our crises remain un-named leaving room for a future recurrence and an inability for the individual to grow. Those that often do are the ones that seem to affect society at large, and the comfort that the crowd gives can infantilize an individual. This infantilization leads to the individual conforming to a structure that is not useful for the growth needed, leaving the crisis un-attended with the void filled with a confirmation bias.
On the un-named crises, most people look outwardly but never inwardly, and the inward crisis accumulates maturing in old age. How would one feel in old age to look at the life lived as a total waste of time for they never did anything that would have given some satisfaction if not appreciation of their life? How long does it take for the regret to start? Or will one be planted into the earth have never got to that point? Was such a person ever alive? As I continue living, such questions often arise, and in my society, most people seem to never have reached such a point. Therefore, I remain a weird man fighting imaginary demons, blindly looking for a path that I know, not its destination nor my current location. My only resolve is individuation, and I bet my life on that, but first I must give my demons names. This is the first step to ever handle any crisis that ever arose or will arise.
